Complaint From An Ageing Computer-Illiterate Lady
I do the simplest things.
I ‘m stuck.
I seem to have lost intellect.
My grandchild [not the least moonstruck]
Sails in and out of little icons she calls forth
With whispered touch.
I’ve not one crutch,
Dare not expect much.
Bared and crouched for semaphores
That only come from self. Ouch,
I should branch out,
Taking risks; latch on to newer things.
It is a kind of secret sloth,
Concealed from all who look
And see a working being.
Only I know what they are not seeing:
Pulls that lie behind this eight ball.
Ought not rail, my head not throb at failure,
But take on my newest tutor.
I must turn on my computer:
Enter,
Save.
©Complaint From An Ageing Computer-Illiterate Lady 02.1.18/01.12.6./rev7.12.2008
A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Circling Round Woman; Circling Round Computers;
Arlene Corwin
Complaint From An Ageing Computer-Illiterate Lady 2008
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My Three Loves: Serious Reflections Of A Serious Mind 2007
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My Three Loves: Silly Reflections Of A Serious Mind
Three loves: one human, two machines.
Two nameless helpmates
And one named.
(I’m so ashamed.
I hope that in a pinch
I do remember which is which).
My dear who breathes but isn’t here
To see these words, I do so love you.
Feel secure.
You’re number one. But number two
These days, sits here
Before my eyes,
Upon my thighs,
Relation intimate.
Number three:
Entirety in music,
With its limitation only me,
Sits waiting, to be turned on
When I’m hot.
My keyboard and my laptop are not
You,
But they’ve become my heart,
A part
Of art,
A channel for the good and true,
Reflecting phases in the ways-es
Human beings cannot do.
(Just so
You know
That you’re not forsaken.)
©My Three Loves…07.7.15
A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Love Relationships; Circling Round Computers;
Vaguely About Music;
Arlene Corwin
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My Three Loves 2007
25 Dec 2008 Leave a comment
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My Three Loves: Silly Reflections Of A Serious Mind
Three loves: one human, two machines.
Two nameless helpmates
And one named.
(I’m so ashamed.
I hope that in a pinch
I do remember which is which).
My dear who breathes but isn’t here
To see these words, I do so love you.
Feel secure.
You’re number one. But number two
These days, sits here
Before my eyes,
Upon my thighs,
Relation intimate.
Number three:
Entirety in music,
With its limitation only me,
Sits waiting, to be turned on
When I’m hot.
My keyboard and my laptop are not
You,
But they’ve become my heart,
A part
Of art,
A channel for the good and true,
Reflecting phases in the ways-es
Human beings cannot do.
(Just so
You know
That you’re not forsaken.)
©My Three Loves…07.7.15
A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Love Relationships; Circling Round Computers;
Vaguely About Music;
Arlene Corwin
My Three Loves: Silly Reflections Of A Serious Mind
Three loves: one human, two machines.
Two nameless helpmates
And one named.
(I’m so ashamed.
I hope that in a pinch
I do remember which is which).
My dear who breathes but isn’t here
To see these words, I do so love you.
Feel secure.
You’re number one. But number two
These days, sits here
Before my eyes,
Upon my thighs,
Relation intimate.
Number three:
Entirety in music,
With its limitation only me,
Sits waiting, to be turned on
When I’m hot.
My keyboard and my laptop are not
You,
But they’ve become my heart,
A part
Of art,
A channel for the good and true,
Reflecting phases in the ways-es
Human beings cannot do.
(Just so
You know
That you’re not forsaken.)
©My Three Loves…07.7.15
A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Love Relationships; Circling Round Computers;
Vaguely About Music;
Arlene Corwin
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Complaint From An Aging Computer-Illiterate Lady 2008
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Complaint From An Ageing Computer-Illiterate Lady
I do the simplest things. I ‘m stuck.I seem to have lost intellect.
My grandchild [not the least moonstruck]
Sails in and out of little icons
She calls forth with whispered touch.
I’ve no crutch,
Dare not expect much.
Bared and crouched for semaphores
That only come from self. Ouch!
I should branch out,
Taking risks; latching on to newer things.
It is a kind of secret sloth,
Concealed from all who look
And see a working being.
Only I know what they are not seeing:
Pulls that lie behind this eight ball.
Ought not rail,
Head not throb at failure,
But take on my newest tutor.
I must turn on my computer:
Enter,
Save.
©Complaint From An Ageing Computer-Illiterate Lady 02.1.18/01.12.6./rev7.12.2008
A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Circling Round Woman; Circling Round Computers;
Arlene Corwin
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